Locked in Silence: Grimm's Circle, Book 5 Page 8

  Vanya gulped. “Ah…hell. I…” She licked her lips. “I don’t know. I…just don’t know. I think I would, but…”

  He kissed her, hard, almost too hard, but it had that same knee-buckling effect. “If you decide…” He let her skirt go, and then turned her around, nudged her forward. “But for now, we have a job to do.”

  I’m such a tramp. A hopeless, lovesick tramp.

  Almost an hour had passed. She was back on a barstool. Alone.

  Not for long, though.

  Morosely, Vanya watched as Silence walked across the bar’s dance floor.

  Here she was in the middle of a sex club, her body still buzzing from the arousal from earlier. In the back of her mind, she was aware of a discordant cadence—succubae, incubae…demons. They’d have to deal with them tonight—after all, that was why they were here, to see how she could handle one on her own now that she was one of the Grimm.

  But all she could think was, Damn, he looks hot, and if those bitches don’t quit staring at him, I’m going to hurt them.

  Some of those bitches were demons.

  But most of them were human, and hell, she couldn’t blame them for staring at Silence.

  He was damn well worth staring at. He was so damned beautiful—angelically beautiful, even. She smirked as she thought it. Then she thought about what he’d said, what he’d offered.

  That dark, disturbing fantasy.

  Her belly turned into a hot, nervous tangle and she needed a drink even thinking about it.

  “The job,” she told herself. “Think about the damn job.”

  It wasn’t like that wasn’t enough to keep her mind occupied right now.

  She was getting ready to actually engage with the enemy.

  She’d been moved from the basic part of training to the actual fighting-with-demons part.

  He hadn’t given it a fancy name—just told her a week ago she’d be engaging with demons soon.

  After two months of being pummeled by him during the nights and spending the dawn hours under him and a few hours of the day wrapped around him, she was moving from punching bag to demon fodder.

  Yay.

  Of course, he hadn’t told her she was going to be demon fodder.

  She just felt that way.

  There were more demons here than she was used to dealing with. She could feel them. Feel them in a way she hadn’t felt them before. She’d all but started shaking when he’d led her in here, and only his hand on her back had kept her from bolting.

  His hand…and the low, soothing rumble of his voice in her mind. You’ll be fine. This is nothing you haven’t done before, remember that. You’ve fought succubae and incubae—when you were human, and you did fine. You are ready for this. I wouldn’t bring you here if you weren’t ready, and I’ll never be too far from your side, I promise.

  He’d kept that promise too.

  Save for when he left to get her a drink, he’d hardly left her side at all.

  They’d danced, they’d necked in the corner, they’d watched the couple act out a rape fantasy, and then he’d used his very talented hands to give her several delightful orgasms.

  And now…

  He was coming back to her with a glint in his eye and a man in tow.

  Except the man behind him wasn’t a man.

  It was an incubae, and Vanya knew she’d dealt with his kind before—there was no reason to be so scared—none. She’d killed these things before, on her own, and she wasn’t alone now.

  But something felt…different. Off.

  Hell. Maybe it was just her.

  She’d been on edge ever since she’d stepped into the club, and it wasn’t just because she’d watched the hottest damn sexual act ever, and it wasn’t just from what Silence had offered.

  Nerves, she told herself. Just nerves and she needed to get over it.

  Now. Because the incubae was only five feet away and he was staring at her like she was a piece of candy and he was starving for a taste.

  Demon…

  Vanya saw it in his eyes.

  “He thinks we’re looking for a third,” Silence said to her. “And he already thinks you’re nervous, so we don’t need to worry about that.”

  Briefly she wondered how he’d managed to communicate with the guy, but five seconds later, she figured it out.

  The guy was already trying to crawl all over her, his hands coming to rest on her outer thighs while he nuzzled her neck. “Fuck, you’re hot. I’ve been watching you two since you came in, baby, and I’ve been hoping you were looking for some more action. Lucky me…”

  Obviously Silence hadn’t needed to speak—the man had done all the speaking for him.

  She stared over his shoulder at Silence, well aware that her eyes were too wide, that she probably looked a little too panicked. Damn it, she couldn’t do this—couldn’t do it…

  A hand touched her shoulder. Warm, hard, scarred—she knew that touch. Turning her head, she stared into Silence’s blue eyes. He cupped her chin, angled her head back. As his mouth covered hers, he murmured into her mind, “He can’t stop talking any easier than I can talk, it seems. Relax…he’s new, unused to being in the mortal world, I suspect. All we need to do is get him outside. He already thinks I’ve talked you into this, so that’s why you’re nervous.”

  Nervous?

  Shit.

  Vanya wasn’t nervous.

  She was terrified.

  The man currently rubbing his crotch against her leg was a demon. She was used to demons, yeah. But she wasn’t used to being quite so surrounded by them, and Silence had already told her they were going to do the kill here—not away from the rest of the others, but here. And if more came, she was supposed to deal with it.

  Deal with more than a couple of them at a time.

  His tongue teased her lips, and his voice, that teasing, rough rumble in her mind said, “Open for me…relax. Ah, you’re sweet, Vanya…”

  The ridged scars on his palms rasped over her flesh as he stroked a hand up over her arm, her shoulder, cupping her neck.

  “Y’all want go into the back? Find one of the rooms?” their new companion asked, right when she’d thought maybe she could relax.

  This was better, though.

  Because the sooner they got moving, the sooner she could either try to kill this guy or screw up so Silence could step in.

  And shit, how pathetic was that? She’d killed these things before. A lot. Without Silence’s help, on her own, back when she’d been a human. Just because she’d lured them away and acted on a one-on-one or two-on-one basis didn’t change things much.

  She was more than human now.

  She could handle this.

  Pulling her mouth away from Silence, she looked at the incubae.

  Well, he was a good-looking bastard, she’d give him that.

  They usually were, though.

  His eyes ran over her with appreciation, never once pausing at her scarred face. No, he was too interested in staring at her tits, which were very much on display in the corset she wore in lieu of a top. Her clothing consisted of that and a microscopic skirt. The boots covered more flesh than the skirt did, for crying out loud, coming up to her knees. Fortunately, there was no heel to the boot, and she knew she’d be able to move in them—she’d already checked that out.

  She also had her knives stashed inside them.

  Suddenly, eager hands were gripping her waist, pulling her from the stool where she was sitting. Realizing the guy had taken her silence for consent, she stiffened.

  “We need him outside,” Silence said into her mind, his voice hard and flat. “I will not risk you getting cornered with this many of the possessed. You’re too new.”

  Even as he said it, he slipped an arm around her waist, nuzzling her neck—maybe to look as though he were encouraging her.

  Stiffening her legs, she gave the demon tugging on her hand a nervous look and shook her head. “How about outside?” she shouted, raising her voice, even thoug
h she knew she didn’t need to.

  She leaned against Silence, not having to feign her nervousness or the shyness as the guy looked at her. The indulgent smile curling his lips made her want to pop him, though.

  Silence’s hand, resting on her waist, tightened. “Breathe, dear one…don’t let him know you’re angered. He can sense it as well as I can.”

  Turning her face into Silence’s chest, she took a deep, steady breath, forced the tight muscles in her back to relax. Then she pushed back and gave Silence a tight smile. She couldn’t get rid of the anger altogether, or the nervousness. Rising up on her toes, she curled a hand around his neck and tugged him down. She didn’t have to talk loud—the demon would hear her, and that was the point. “Do you have any idea just how big you’re going to owe me for this, baby? Sooooo big. I’m thinking oral sex and breakfast in bed every day for a month.”

  As she settled back down in front of him, Silence flashed her a wide grin, and in her mind, she felt the warm blast of approval.

  No, she couldn’t hide her discomfort. Might as well roll with it, right?

  As the demon came up behind her and started to rub his cock against her ass, she clenched her jaw.

  Silence caught her face in his hands just as the demon cupped her breasts and teased, “Come on, angel…relax. You got no idea how much fun we can show you.”

  She blushed a brilliant shade of red, shooting a look around the club. Yeah, people were looking at them, but it wasn’t in shock.

  Hell, it was a fucking sex club.

  Of course people were looking at them.

  But she had to get away from their stares before she cracked.

  “Take me outside,” she said, her voice strained even to her own ears.

  Silence tugged her away from the other man, his arm curling around her. Tucked against his leather-clad side, she relaxed a little, even as the demon came up next to them, his hand settling low on her back, his fingers toying with the laces of her corset.

  “You’re doing fine,” Silence assured her as they broke through the crowd.

  Out in the cool darkness of the evening, she managed, finally, to breathe. The itching, tight sensation along her spine relaxed and she let him guide them around the building. He’d already scoped it out, picked out the exact area he wanted to use.

  Smart, prepared…so much more equipped to handle this than she was.

  Damn it, was what she doing—

  A hand clamped over her ass.

  She stiffened but managed not to pull away. Barely. Just barely.

  In the darkness, Silence came to a stop.

  They were at the very far edges of the parking lot where, handily, lights were out. Handily—she’d watched as he took care of them. Not too many mortals would come to this area because of the darkness, and as she leaned against him, she watched as the darkness thickened.

  “Dude, it’s fucking dark over here,” the demon muttered, his voice oddly strained. “Why not go back inside, beautiful? I want to see that pretty mouth of yours…”

  “He’s used to being able to see in the dark and he can’t see past my illusions,” Silence said. Because she was touching him, the shadows weren’t affecting her and she could see the way the other guy’s dark eyes were darting around nervously.

  Swallowing, she stepped away from Silence, relying on her ears to guide her to the other man, because once she wasn’t touching Silence, the darkness was complete, like being wrapped in black cotton and thrown in a cave with no exit, no natural light, nothing.

  She could hear him, faintly.

  Reaching out, she touched him. Her fingers brushed against a hard, flat stomach. Trailing them lower, she curled her hand around the front of his leather pants, tugged him forward. “I like it better out here,” she said softly. “It’s quieter…and I’m already nervous. Besides…” she had to force the breathy little giggle, but it sounded legit enough. “I’ve got a thing for doing it outside.”

  The incubae relaxed as she touched him, giving in to the nature that ruled him. His mouth came down, finding hers easily enough, despite the dark. “Do you, angel?”

  Angel—

  She coyly tugged her head aside, guided his mouth to her neck and wiggled around in his arms so that she was facing Silence again.

  Knowing he’d see her, even if she couldn’t see him, she signed, Now?

  “It’s your move, Vanya. I’m just the backup.”

  Behind her, the demon was rocking against her. She felt his cock nudging her backside.

  She hissed as something hot, thick, insidious rolled through the air. She hadn’t felt anything quite like that before. It was…unreal. Wrong. And it made her so fucking hot. As he pumped his hips against her scantily covered butt, she found, to her horror, she was getting turned on. Heat coursed through her, stealing her breath and turning everything inside her to hot, molten liquid.

  As he slid a hand around her waist and up the front of her skirt, she shuddered, cried out. And horrified delight hurtled through her when he touched her—

  Heat…hunger…devastatingly powerful…

  She had to…

  No— Sucking in a breath, she closed her eyes, realized what was happening. She was standing there. Letting this…thing…this parasite, this killer touch her. And she was enjoying it—even craving it.

  Oh, no—

  She reached down into her boot, grabbed her knife.

  Then she whirled.

  Without thinking or planning.

  She couldn’t even see him—

  And then she could, just in time to realize now he could see her because Silence had dropped the shadows.

  The demon could see her, and the knife.

  He snarled, but it was too late. She’d already buried it in his heart.

  The heart that was still human, even if the demon controlled the body.

  As easily as that, he was dead.

  Shuddering, shaking from the effects of whatever had her turned her on, she turned around and demanded, “What in the hell was that?”

  Silence was staring at her, his blue eyes cold.

  Pissed.

  She didn’t care.

  “What in the hell was that?”

  His hands slashed through the air. “That was you almost getting fucked—and I’m not talking about sex, Vanya, although I didn’t expect to see you letting him go so far. You didn’t think at all.”

  Sputtering, the bloody knife still clutched in her hand, she stared at him. “I didn’t think? Um, excuse me, I’ve killed more of these things than I can remember and I’ve never felt anything like that—what in the hell was that?”

  She felt a blast of cold in her mind, and although that nasty, clinging residue of unwanted arousal lingered, it was no longer the driving force in her mind. Now she was awash in Silence’s anger, the knife edge of an icy rage. And all it did was make her even more pissed.

  Distantly, she heard the chaos in his mind—the way she did when he was either thinking random thoughts or trying to block her. Damn it, he’d better be blocking because right now she was so fucking pissed, if she heard him too clearly, they’d be going at it.

  Shaking with her own anger, trembling with fear and disgust, she said, “Again, what in the hell was that?”

  His hands flashed, moving too quick for her to follow.

  “Damn it, either slow down or just talk to me,” she snarled.

  His eyes narrowed. Then his hand moved, again too fast. But he wasn’t signing to her this time. This time, he was grabbing her, his hand hooking in the front of her corset and hauling her against him.

  His face just a breath from hers, he glared at her. The look on his face was one of sheer, icy rage. “Just talk to you, Vanya? How can I just talk when you threw everything I’ve taught you out the window and reacted blindly?”

  “Damn it, I was freaked out! I still am, and you haven’t answered me—what in the hell was that? Why in the hell did I suddenly want him touching me?”

  A m
uscle ticked in Silence’s jaw.

  She shuddered at the rage she felt coming from him, rage, worry, jealousy…confusion.

  Then he closed his eyes.

  His hand uncurled from her corset and she was able to sink back to her feet, still watching him, still confused as all get out.

  She went to push her hair back from her face and saw she was still holding the knife. “Fuck,” she muttered, her voice cracking a little. She wanted to cry. Wanted to curl up into a ball and sob. And she also itched, ached with the need to fuck—her entire body burned with it. Swallowing past the knot in her throat, she shoved it all aside. She wasn’t done here, after all, right?

  She sank to the ground, unable to exactly bend—not in the corset. She used the dead guy’s shirt to clean her knife, eying his face.

  He was just a dead body now—a dead man.

  A human.

  One she’d killed.

  Sighing, she whispered to him, “I’m sorry.”

  Silence touched her head. “You know you had no choice. Once an incubae settles in, we cannot get them out. If he’d fought, there might have been a chance, but he wasn’t fighting. You could see the demon in control, couldn’t you?”

  She eased away, shaken, still angry, so confused. Not to mention hurt and scared. She moved until he couldn’t touch her and shot a nervous look around the parking lot. Tucking her knife back into her boot, she said, “We’ve been out here too long. We’re going to be seen.”

  Silence shook his head. “No—”

  Then, abruptly, he stopped speaking and signed. I’m hiding this area. Nobody can see us or hear us. For all the world knows, this area doesn’t exist right now.

  He lifted a hand as though to touch her.

  Vanya backed away even as her belly went hot and tight, even as her nipples drew tight.

  What the hell—? She crossed her arms over her chest, but that was almost agony.

  “Damn it, why am I feeling like this, damn it?” she demanded, humiliated when her voice broke. “I’ve been around those things too many times and I’ve had them pawing me too. But I’ve never been turned on by one. I never wanted one.”

  Silence sighed, the soft sound breaking the quiet that wrapped around them. His hand, still stretched out between them, curled into a fist and then fell to his side.